i'm sick, thank you very much to cleaning naga's coastline for nstp. in my blue lemon-scented scotch-brite gloves and with my garbage bag with me, i had to pick up empty shampoo sachets, discarded shoes, and diapers, among other things, under the deadly heat of the noontime sun. i didn't have breakfast which explains how i was on the verge of dying from dehydration. the place was like a desert! the sand wasn't normal white beach sand - it was the kind you only see in desert movies with camels and men with curved swords, where the the good guys have to walk for miles and miles and rejoice when they see water and palm trees but as they get closer to it, it vanishes. an oasis, for short. HAHA.
i used to love being sick. i could stay in bed all day, order the maid around for orange juice and noodles, be given sponge baths, get food from wherever i wanted and throw it all up. but that was when i used to be little. now i'm not allowed to lay around all the time lest i want to be reprimanded for being lazy. i have to get my own medicine and i can't be absent from class since college is an unforgiving bitch.
so because of my good world-saving humanitarian action, my throat and ears are throbbing like mad, my nose is clogged, and i cough every single time i laugh. tsk, trying to make the world a better, much cleaner place has its drawbacks.
